A Seedling
On some days I don’t write any,
On others I write plenty.
It depends on my day,
I have to process it and put it away.
This writer needs to write all the time,
I don’t know if it’s a flaw or by design.
I write here and I write there,
When the words come to me, it doesn’t matter where.
I have to write to get them out,
And like a seedling, a poem sprouts.
Copyright © Rev. Catherine Cassell | Year Posted 2023
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